I bought the live Jeff Buckley cd, Mysterious White Boy, yesterday. He sends shivers up my spine whenever I listen to him. He does a cover of a Nina Simone song that is on the cd and i am just adoring it at the moment.
That's all I ask
( By Horace Ott & Performed by Nina Simone )
This is another nina Simone song
Don't try to blow out the sun for me baby
I'm not hope for what I know can't be
All that I ask is for a kiss each day
And I'll give you love that'll never go away
Yes I will yes I will yes I will
This girl I wouldn't ask you to lift up this great
Big world little baby
I know that you're not that kind of a girl
All that I ask
Is for a kiss or two
And nothing in this world will be too good for you
Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody
Nobody knows
How deep my love for you really goes
Never mind now in your heart how much is owed...
Cause girl I want you to know
I wouldn't ask you to hold back the dawn, madame George, baby
That's just a little too much to ask to anyone
All that I ask
is for your loving ways
And I'll keep you happy
for the rest of your natural born days
Never mind now in your heart how much is owed...
Dad left for Wales on Wednesday. To return at some point soonish. Undetermined as yet. He has come and gone to all sorts of places this year, it has been an unsettled year, but I was emotional to see him leave this time. I think it is because this year I have matured and have developed very much into my fathers daughter, it has kind of forged this stronger connection between us, which I think was always there and at this time is kind of the pinnacle of this process. I've always been a daddys girl and we have a lot of the same ideas and philosophies on life, age has just finally really brought it to the fore. The way I think of it is, if I were his age, we would be good friends. Does that make sense? I don't know if it sounds creepy or weird. I don't really care if it does actually. But thats the way I see it. Last week I gave him the Bob Dylan autobiography to read whilst travelling, I had it in my room in the lead up to his leaving because I wanted to read it also. I finally returned it right before he left for the airport and he was hugely relieved and started stressing about how he couldnt find it, he look clearly upset. It meant a lot to me that he was treasuring that book. What killed me was that my sister wouldnt hug him goodbye and pushed him away when he came towards her. She's a callous girl and has no right to be. Dad looked really hurt and so it hurt me. Maybe it is just the way he deals with life. He has to keep moving, keep things fresh, move on when things are hurtful, as they are at home. The friends I've talked to about it thinks its weird, and think him strange, but I get it. Mainly cause it's probably what I'd do.
That's all I ask
( By Horace Ott & Performed by Nina Simone )
This is another nina Simone song
Don't try to blow out the sun for me baby
I'm not hope for what I know can't be
All that I ask is for a kiss each day
And I'll give you love that'll never go away
Yes I will yes I will yes I will
This girl I wouldn't ask you to lift up this great
Big world little baby
I know that you're not that kind of a girl
All that I ask
Is for a kiss or two
And nothing in this world will be too good for you
Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody
Nobody knows
How deep my love for you really goes
Never mind now in your heart how much is owed...
Cause girl I want you to know
I wouldn't ask you to hold back the dawn, madame George, baby
That's just a little too much to ask to anyone
All that I ask
is for your loving ways
And I'll keep you happy
for the rest of your natural born days
Never mind now in your heart how much is owed...
Dad left for Wales on Wednesday. To return at some point soonish. Undetermined as yet. He has come and gone to all sorts of places this year, it has been an unsettled year, but I was emotional to see him leave this time. I think it is because this year I have matured and have developed very much into my fathers daughter, it has kind of forged this stronger connection between us, which I think was always there and at this time is kind of the pinnacle of this process. I've always been a daddys girl and we have a lot of the same ideas and philosophies on life, age has just finally really brought it to the fore. The way I think of it is, if I were his age, we would be good friends. Does that make sense? I don't know if it sounds creepy or weird. I don't really care if it does actually. But thats the way I see it. Last week I gave him the Bob Dylan autobiography to read whilst travelling, I had it in my room in the lead up to his leaving because I wanted to read it also. I finally returned it right before he left for the airport and he was hugely relieved and started stressing about how he couldnt find it, he look clearly upset. It meant a lot to me that he was treasuring that book. What killed me was that my sister wouldnt hug him goodbye and pushed him away when he came towards her. She's a callous girl and has no right to be. Dad looked really hurt and so it hurt me. Maybe it is just the way he deals with life. He has to keep moving, keep things fresh, move on when things are hurtful, as they are at home. The friends I've talked to about it thinks its weird, and think him strange, but I get it. Mainly cause it's probably what I'd do.
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